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Alright now let the drama unfold. 

Ladies and gentlemen it's time for major family dysfunction. The world has stopped revolving and trees have stopped growing. The moon will remain on our skies and darkness will loom forever. There will never be tidal change again and rivers will stop flowing. 

Soon mankind will die and this world as we know it will self destruct.

Yes you are right, the mountain has been made out of a molehole. And my family is once again all out in camps and in action. 

With emotions high and thoughts running wild, we will flock to CGH to visit my grandma today. 

The old dame took a bad fall in the bathroom.

This is totally significant and serious. She suffered fractures in her spine and experiences extreme pain when trying to move her left leg. Thus she's been warded to be under medical observation and treatment. No surgery is required.

My cousin was bawling.

My aunt grave.

Her husband trying to make things better by saying all the wrong things.

My 1st uncle in state of panic.

My 2nd uncle did not say more than "yes I know." before flying off to Shanghai tomorrow. 

My mum worked up.

My dad... erm worked up too.

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Midnight.

I now have grandma's maid fed and sleeping in the study. 

Parents fed and bundled into bed. No TV for them.

Gosh what a bunch of whiny kids.

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Somebody give me a reality check please. 

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me. 

Here I am sitting in the comfort of home, bundled in my comforter and wheezing my lungs out.
 
I actually feel good.

The timing of my annual flu couldnt have been more uncanny. Since April I was damn ready to fall sick. To take those MCs. To stay home and watch the Olympics swim meets. 

Since April... now August. 

Some people would be happy to hear that along the way I gave up. 

I gave up and just let go.

It was the only thing to do, after watching colleagues go and come, watching my life outside work crumble. I was ready to let go. But I never did. It never happened. As if I was crippled in that release function. I was incapable of slacking, uncapable of lowering my standards, incapable of letting go of professional pride. On hindsight, that's what I'd call job dysfunction. Not a job hazard. Perfectionism was poised to kill me. 

C was the swing vote. It took her persistence to take over the world to really affect me. The truth hit home. 

I don't want to give up my life for this.
It is not my fault.
I choose happiness. 

There you go... my peace treaty.

Sidetrack: How in the world could that 23-yo awkward youth sweep 7 golds with 6 WR and 1OR? Phelps is a machine. Hell he swims like a machine. It's as if water resistance means nothing to him. Rules of physics don't apply to this man. You'll have to give due credit to this man. Stuffing down 120,000 calories per day and training Sundays, birthdays, Christmases, holidays is no easy feat. You've got to love your sport. The man sacrificed his prime for the medals. Give him his 8th, he deserves them all.